Without Stories We Would Go

You Are A Mischievous One. You Will Cause No End Of Trouble. You Have To Travel Many Roads Before You Find The River Of Your Destiny. This Life Of Yours Will Be Full Of Riddles. You Will Be Protected And You Will Never Be Alone.

When Chaos Is The God Of An Era, Clamorous Music Is The Deity's Chief Instrument.

I Held You In The Square And Felt The Evening Re-order Itself Around Your Smile.

Destiny Plans A Different Route And Fulfills The Dream In Ways We Couldn't Have Expected.

It Is Easy To Forget How Mysterious And Mighty Stories Are. They Do Their Work In Silence, Invisibly. They Work With All The Internal Materials Of Your Mind And Self. They Become Part Of You While Changing You. Beware The Stories You Read Or Tell; Subtly, At Night, Beneath The Waters Of Consciousness, They Are Altering Your World.